She pushed herself up high on her knees, then reached for my cock.
I helped her by grasping the base and angling my dick so that she could sit on it, which she did seconds later.
I expected it to take a while to get me inside of her, but apparently she was just as worked up as I was, because she slid halfway down before she had to rise up and come down a second time.
It took three solid tries before she was taking all of me, and by the time she came to a halt with her sweet ass on my thighs, both of us were panting.
I couldn’t help but look down at the way she was taking me.
The only light in the room was what streamed in through the windows on either side of the office door, giving me a view, but only a shadowed one.
I was desperate for a better look, but I didn’t dare turn on the light.
I liked my job and wanted to keep it.
But if I had to go down for an offense, fucking Athena Murphy just might be worth it.
A gasping breath had my gaze jerking up to meet hers.
“What is it?” I reached up, curling my hand around her throat.
“You,” she breathed. “You fill me so full. Is that normal?”
“It’s going to be normal for you until I’m fuckin’ dead,” I shot back.
She bit her lip and slowly started to undulate her hips, not exactly lifting up, but still swirling herself enough that my cock was reacting.
I caught both hips, my calluses snagging on the soft fabric of her dress, and helped her.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she whispered, “God yes.”
“That’s right, baby.” I watched her breathing pick up. “You can take me so good, can’t you?”
She really could.
No woman had ever taken me as well before.
“Well,” she murmured. “I can take you so well.”
I loved her fire.
I loved her brains.
I loved her…
Fuck.
I loved her.
I forced myself to quit on that thought.
Loving her? It was way too soon to admit that to myself. She was just a woman I was really, really in to.
She was…
Fuck, she was clenching down on my cock, making my eyes cross.
“I need to lift…” she breathed.